CHAPTER ONE
My father once told me, he said; "if you ever have to choose between your wife and your mother do not think twice before you embrace your wife"
It's been five years since he took his place with his father’s in the family tomb. Carved of mud, it had a spherical shaped entrance. I often wondered what it felt like to occupy a pouch in the tomb.
It was a family thing and I was sure someday my curiosity would be satisfied.
Nike was fair and good to look upon. I had stumbled upon her years back on my way to the farm. Memories from that day remain fresh and it feels like it was only yesterday. The sun was in the east and the atmosphere still had the mist of the night. My hat rested on my bald scalp while my hoe embraced my left shoulders. I held a machete with which I put intruding grasses in its place. I whistled continuously as my feet embraced the cold red soil. She had a calabash on her head and I need not be told she was returning from the stream. We exchanged greetings and what normally should have taken less than a minute became a conversation of about half an hour.
We fell in love and got married two years after father's demise. We are a very happy couple but a storm threatens to tear us apart.